A Painting from Madrid

It’s a fairytale, like aesop’s fables
This line they spin at old wives tables
Leavin home makes the heart grow strong
Can the fires grow cold if you’re gone to long
Walkin through a crowd colours catch my eye
Spanish steps cry loud goodbye

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That’s how we live it’s a painting from Madrid
That says it all
Shared history and memories are free
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A small café in Avignon
You sign the card been away to long
Boulevardes in Saint Germaine
Call your name is it all all in vain
A canvas in the square a beacon in the night
Brings it all to bare its all right

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A cluttered room in reds and greys
Calls me home to stay